After our coop
received its makeover,
I herded and carried our four good laying hens from their tractors into
paddock #1. I expected them to gorge on the high quality
buckwheat and beans, and they did nibble on a seed or two. But
they were more interested in the pasture’s wild food. One hen
gulped down nightshade berries as fast as she could while her sister
focused on the fresh, young chickweed growing on an old compost
pile. Hen number three
started scratching through the compost in search of bugs, while the
fourth hen went after calcium-rich snails. When I got too close,
one of the hens stopped her searching to pick stick-tights off my pants
leg.

Our young rooster was
attracted by the commotion and his mother followed him over to the gate
to peer at the intruders. I was struck by the difference in comb
color between his mother and the similar-aged Golden Comet, who had
trotted over to the fence to admire her new companions. The truly
pastured poultry have brilliantly red combs, a sure sign of good
health, while our tractored hens look drab in comparison. I had
thought they were healthy on a diet of laying pellets, grass, and the
ocassional insect, but I can tell that a grain-based diet is no better
for chickens than it is for me. Clearly, I have my work cut out
for me — discovering a method to feed our whole flock on the fat of
the land, using grain only for emergencies.